euporhia swept in
Taking his soul
He’ll lie here and watch
The leaves fall
From the bosum
Of its sadness
Stripping bare the world
Revealing the joy
The words inside
The laughter for all
The gentle touch
The soft lips
pretending to sleep
So she can strip
With her desires
To show him the branch
Where knees can touch
Where skin can kiss
While eyes watch
Reality pass by
Within the circle
Of his hearts
Bundle of joy
Francie McGivney 18 April 2015
Words I love to write 